your own problem hated
your beloved believes delicately still
mute your breath
look to me she said
because to speak now
would wound her heart
immortalize worthy friends
especially your beloved
smile through hated problems
cause that's what we've been said
fake it till you make it
finish considering this
look to unknown beautiful eyes
YOU ARE READING
Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
